The night was thick with silence, the kind that pressed against the walls of the Alpha’s quarters like a tangible force. Outside, the world was restless—warriors patrolled, whispers still flickered in the air like dying embers, and the shadow of Syren’s attack lingered over Bloodmoon.
Kane and I sat in his office, a single candle flickering between us. Maps lay sprawled across the table, alongside reports of border movements and shifting alliances. But neither of us was looking at them.
Leila stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable, her arms crossed over her chest as though bracing herself for a battle.
“I should have told you earlier,” she said, voice steady but carrying the weight of something old, something painful. “But I thought—” She hesitated, exhaling sharply. “I thought
